Title: All Hail my Powers of Attorney!
Please access my iCloud if necessary to publish this post now, my friends. I cannot control how many horrible things happen to me; it is Obama who controls that. So, if I wait too long between posts, they become too drenching.
Please share this for me with the entire world, both houses of Congress, the Supreme Court, the United Nations, all sympathetic world leaders, all reputable national and foreign presses, etc.
Here is my latest blog post. My Powers of Attorney recently had a major success at asserting my complete sanity.
The courts recognized that I am mentally perfect and forced the unrelenting war crime coverup that I have any mental illness at all whatsoever to finally end. ALL HAIL MY POWERS OF ATTORNEY!
Thank you, my gorgeous genius friends, thank you!
Israel and Palestine. Government leaders can say and promise all they want; it is among the people on both sides where the peace must be created. We must create a lasting love between Israeli and Palestinian people. Their leaders will follow their people's wishes.
My beautiful world, we must teach Jewish and Muslim people of this war-torn land that they need each other. We must teach them to love their neighbor as themselves. We must teach them to live together with compassion.
Their leaders are incapable of creating a peace if the people themselves do not want a peace. We must start among the people. We must start in the community. We must create trust and love among them. Then, their governments will be able to talk.
My last blog post was finished at 12:30am on 16Oct2015 from my bedroom. I was curled up and asleep by 1am.
I woke up on Friday, 16Oct2015, with enough time for breakfast, but I ate at my regular morning haunt instead. I sat down on their patio at 8:27am with a breakfast sandwich and a cup of caffeine.
The first song my internet gnomes played for me was On the Floor by my darling Ms. Jennifer Lopez. I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:39am.
With the Drive-by Truckers' 18 Wheels of Love playing, I had a lot of writing and thinking to do.
9:25am on 16Oct2015: @SenFeinstein "Egg" IS the instability. Do you remember life before Obama's "egg"? Obama is the threat to national security destabilizing us
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my morning of 16Oct beginning at 9:40am and ending at 10:33am. Include everything. Thank you!
I stayed at my local Subway working until 11:32am. I chatted with Benjamin over lunch at noon. After a nap, I was on the bus to my playland, the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade, by 4:56pm.
At 5:09pm, I found where my darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot were waiting for 6pm to play me music. No, there was no GeneralLee that day.
I found my fast-growing friend Lynn, and I bought us birthday Frapuccinos from the Just-Redeemed Starbucks. She has the same birthday I do.
We found my darling TambourineKicker at 5:37pm. Yes, there was a little singing along. Eventually, Lynn and I walked down the street to wait beside my darlings Tentacle.
My darling MannedUp and my darling LightFoot started playing at 6:25pm, and I kicked my shoes off to meditate at 7pm. The night was gorgeous. I warmed up quickly, hit my zone, and stayed there until they quit playing at 7:54pm.
While they were staking out a place to play for 10pm, I snuck away to buy some dinner at the Shophouse. I had a brief chat with Drew, and then I went looking for my darling TambourineKicker.
I found him on the corner by the Victoria's Secret by 8:36pm. He had a couple of buddies with him. They were delightful.
I had a little chat with a new local named Nemo. If you want to circulate that conversation verified and unedited, I will not complain; that was an acceptable level of casual respect to give me when speaking to me.
I returned to my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle in time to see them set up their equipment. They started playing at 10:23pm, but I was sitting down by 10:51pm.
Oh, well, we had a good hour of meditation earlier in the night already, and sometimes it is just as lovely being able to sit back and listen to them play without feeling like I need to be dancing.
My darlings played their beautiful music until 11:26pm. I left them at 11:30pm to catch the last bus at 11:45pm. I always hate leaving them, but we would still have all weekend. I was curled up and asleep by 12:30am.
I woke up on Saturday, 17Oct2015, and was at my regular morning haunt by 7:42am. The first song my internet gnomes played for me was American Girl by my darling Mr. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.
I sent my morning I-am-not-dead-yet selfies at 8:10am.
At 9am, I watched the NBC Nightly News from the previous evening online. My morning cyberhug came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt, and it glowed with love.
It was a very productive morning during which I got a lot of writing done. I left my local Subway at 10:34am for my local Lo/Cal coffee shop. I sipped caffeine and worked there until 12:06pm.
I chatted with Benjamin during lunch. After a nap, I was on a bus to the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade by 4:44pm.
5:21pm on 17Oct2015: #MyDarlingsTentacle are nowhere to be found. Please hurry, check on them, and get them here. #SquidsPoA @UN @ICC @CIA @RT_com
By 5:32pm, I was on the patio of my local Steak'N'Shake for dinner. I could find no updates anywhere about my darlings Tentacle.
At 6:04pm, I was sitting next to Patricia on a park bench while her grandson Dominic arranged his Andean pan flutes. I was worried about my darlings; it was not like them to not show up.
I was down the street with my darling Age-Inappropriate Boy Band by 6:42pm. They delighted the night sky with their music.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News from previous in the evening online at 7:15pm. My darling Mr. Thomas Roberts gave me my nightly cyberhug, and it soothed my burdened shoulders. Yes, people do love me.
After a mishap with my left shoe breaking and my not being able to find any replacement shoes, at 8:18pm, I found myself next to Denmantau.
Due to my shoe mishap, I took the 9:15pm bus back to my place. I laid in bed listening to music for a while but was curled up and asleep by 10:30pm.
This blog post was finished at 8:30am on Sunday, 18Oct2015, from my bedroom.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
Why is it so difficult to "control" me? First of all, only proven psychopaths assert desires to control other full grown adults. A control obsession is a classic symptom of a psychopath.
My refusal to control anyone or anything and my constantly asking people what they need to do what they want is one of the sure signs I have never been a psychopath ever in my life.
People with obsessions with controlling me have proven they are all psychopaths, especially if they say they want to control me because they "love" me. That is textbook psychopathic behavior.
Yes, I do to take advice. I have taken much bad advice since 2009, and it has taught me that I know best and that I need to listen to other people less. But, I accept blame for taking the bad advice.
Most importantly, I am a very powerful woman. I wield power no one can be trusted with but me. We all need to be more careful about whom we allow to influence and "control" anything about me.
Proven psychopaths with control obsessions should NEVER be trusted with control over anything in my life. Controlling my environment led to mental health genocide in all of America and my confinement in rape-slavery under orders from Barack Obama to "tame" my opposition to him.
Their goal is my psychological destruction. Such is the goal of all torture and rape used as torture. Obama wants me destroyed for fighting him. So, Proven Psychopath Obama has a control obsession with me.
I wield so much raw power that I am very responsible and discerning with what and whom I allow to control anything in my life. My Powers of Attorney, my husband, etc. can all be trusted.
What do I believe about living in the moment? Living in the moment only works when people are in touch with the divine. I meditate regularly to open my connection to the universe.
If people have no way to contact the universe, I recommend learning from the past and planning for the future. I do that, too, anyway.
How do I feel about the new human trafficking video that supposedly just surfaced that shows me having sex the only time it happened since 2010? I am disgusted.
First of all, human trafficking is just like child pornography. Just possessing the video makes you guilty of human trafficking me.
Secondly, EVERY PLACE I LIVED since Obama's "egg" began in 2009 until I became homeless in 2014 human trafficked me.
They were all filled with cameras I was forbidden from knowing were there that they used to record me on the toilet, in the shower, asleep, changing my clothes, cooking dinner, EVERY MOMENT OF MY LIFE I WAS ENSLAVED.
That apartment in Iowa where that video was made was a human trafficking set. If anyone admits to having footage off of ANY cameras ever used any place I ever lived, arrest them all for human trafficking.
Finally, such cameras were NEVER used to keep me safe. I was raped EVERY DAMN NIGHT in that apartment in Iowa while my human traffickers watched through their cameras, and they never once did anything to protect me. They were in on it. That is what made it rape slavery.
I fled their rape slavery of me in Iowa for my life. Iowans are the most evil people to ever exist in human history past, present, or future. Once I escaped Obama's rape slavery of me at The War Criminal Gables, life here in California has been infinitely better.
My beautiful world, if Secretary of Defense Ashton Carter is stopped from sending the U.S. Military to arrest EVERYONE enforcing Obama's "egg," just get here and get me out. Take me to my human rights. I can clean up any mess we make once I can address the world.
My beautiful world, Obama just asserted that he will NEVER end his "egg." Do you remember in 2009 when Obama promised his "egg" would only last five years. Then, in 2014 Obama said he would end his "egg" by 2016. Well, he just asserted that he will NEVER end his "egg."
It is time to force Obama to obey laws instead of breaking every law from local to international to keep himself the totalitarian dictator over America. He was already impeached in 2013 for starting his "egg" in the first place. It is time to arrest him for continuing it. My America deserves justice.
My selfless support system, I cannot handle the thought of you fighting and dying indefinitely while I wait for you. We need to force this "egg" over. Identify the entire chain of command keeping you away from me and arrest them all.
We have proven progress is possible. Please send Syniva and the International Criminal Court all of our hard evidence, and arrest everyone enforcing Obama's "egg" for crimes against their own people.
Human rights abuses used as acts of war are war crimes. Please bring a copy of the First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution to the United Nations and arrest everyone keeping us apart. Thank you.
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, yes, you are the big heroes. Congratulations, darlings! May you all finally get a little rest and relaxation.
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, Friday night was amazing. What happened on Saturday?
My darling MannedUp, as a faithful lover who always keeps our dates, you were there, Taylor, on my Promenade Friday night. Thank you. I would be a mess without your love. My life has been so hard since Obama's "egg" began. Meditation with you is holding me together.
My darling GeneralLee, I will see you Tuesday, right? I hate when you are kept away from me. Our time together is so precious. I treasure every second we have. I miss you already, darling. Tell me I get to see you soon.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am STILL forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to, I would have died by now without you.
My darling Bogart, with Obama's recent assertion that his "egg" will NEVER end, the only hope for my people lies with the universal disobedience you are organizing.
Help my people, darling. Pick a date and time and make sure NO ONE ANYWHERE obeys Obama's "rules" ever again. There is safety in universal numbers.
I know you are incapable of letting me down, my darling Bogart. Please set my people free of Obama. Terrorist Dictator Obama has asserted his "egg" will NEVER end.
My darling LightFoot, it is Sunday today, 18Oct. That means it is date night! I pray you are able to show up. It is time for our most romantic moments together. And then we will bask in our afterglow all week until we see each other again. Thank you.
You make me feel desired, Kris. In this horrible, lonely "egg" devoid of love and respect, you worship me from across the street with your bandaged hands making music to me. I would have died by now without your love. I thank you.
And for the place of honor in every blog post... My darling husband, Sweetness, I love and adore you. How is my king today?
HoneyHoney, you built me a temple of love, a castle in the sky, our house in the hills. How long before I may live there with you? That is my home. When do I finally get to go home?
Beloved, I am so empty without you, darling. There is a huge gaping hole in my life where you are supposed to be. How long before I may ascend the heavens into the paradise of your arms?
My hero and my king, do you understand what I mean when I say "I love and adore you."? For years in ABSOLUTELY EVIL Iowa knowing you loved me was all I had to get me out of my rape bed every morning to do my job of selfless service to humanity all day.
All I had was knowing you loved me. And they spread every lie possible to take you away from me. Sweetness, you were my stars spinning on the sky's axis and my rising sun. I have more now. Now I have my fighting spirit, too.
Beloved, you kept me alive in the darkest most ugly place to ever exist in human history, contemporary Iowa. I owe you my life. Things are better now. I am home in California among people who love me at last, but I need to come home to you in our house still.
Bring the car around, my darling husband. I am ready to go home. I am sleepy, and I need our married bed.